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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.