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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.