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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.