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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Normal to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.