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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.