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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.