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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Japan,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.