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 Tonga and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.