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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 China Crisis to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.