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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Ludus,
Visage,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.