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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.