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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.