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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.