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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
ABC,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.