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 Lesotho 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.