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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.