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 Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson 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?
Ossler,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.