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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.