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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 The Busters to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.