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 Jamaica 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.