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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.