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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.