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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.