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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.