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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.