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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Arthur Verocai 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.