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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Pole,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.