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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Darondo,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.