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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
MC5,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Monolake,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.