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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.