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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Japan,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.