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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
the Human League,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.