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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.