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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.