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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.