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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.