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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.