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 Togo 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
The Motions,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Technova,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.