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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.