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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.