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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.