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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.