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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.