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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Swell Maps 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.