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 Philippines 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.