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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet 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?
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.