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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
New Order,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.