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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs 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?
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.