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 Georgia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
The Human League,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.