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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.