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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.