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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.