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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.