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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Nico,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.