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 Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.