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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.