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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scientists to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Franke,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.