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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.