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 Poland 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.