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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gap Band to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.