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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.