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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '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 Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.