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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.