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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.