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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.