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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
The Names,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.