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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.