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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.