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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.