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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Pole to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.