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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Unwound,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.