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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe 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?
Roxette,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.