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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.