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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.