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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.