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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.