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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.