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 India and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.