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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Crime,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.