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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Gap Band to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.