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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.