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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.