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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Can,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.