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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.