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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.