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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
ABC,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.