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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.