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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.