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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 The Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.