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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Can,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.