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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Echospace,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.