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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.