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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.