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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Nico,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.