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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.