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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.