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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.