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 Lithuania 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
World's Most,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.