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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Nico,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
DNA,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.