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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.