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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Motions to the jazz 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.