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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Television,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.