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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.