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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.