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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.