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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.