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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
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,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.