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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Index,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.