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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.