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 Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.