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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Index to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.