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 Finland and from Houston.
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 Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.