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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Smog,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.