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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.