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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Faust,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.