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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Fear,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.