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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.