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 Burkina and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.