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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.