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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.