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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.