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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Association to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.