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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.