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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.