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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.