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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.