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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.