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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.