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 Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.