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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 The Smoke to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Wire,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Motorama,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.