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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.