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 Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.