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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.