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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ossler to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.