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 Honduras 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
The Human League,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.