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 Brunei 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.