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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.