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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.