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 Vietnam 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.