Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.