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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Litter to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.