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 Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.