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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.