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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.