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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.