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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
cv313,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
ABC,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.