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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.