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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
UT,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.