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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
CMW,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.