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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Quantec,
ABBA,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.