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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Rekid,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Cymande,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.