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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.