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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.