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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.