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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.