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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.