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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.