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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.