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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.