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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Whodini to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.