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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.