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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.