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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.