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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 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?
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Smog,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.