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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.