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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.