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 Liberia 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 Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.