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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.