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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Technova,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.