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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.