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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Index,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.