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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.