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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.