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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.