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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.