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 Suriname 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.