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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Monks,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
UT,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.