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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.