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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Pole,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Technova,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.