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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.