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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.