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 India 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.