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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.