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 Burundi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.