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 Nigeria 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Can,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.