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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Skaos to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.