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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Clear Light to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.