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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.