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 Uganda 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.