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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.