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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.