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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
ABC,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
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.