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 Indonesia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.