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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.