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 Sri Lanka 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Technova 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Smog,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.