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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.