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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.