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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Infiniti 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.