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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.