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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.