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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.