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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.