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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.