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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science 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?
Index,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.