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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 ABBA to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.