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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.