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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.