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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.