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 Grenada 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.