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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Black Dice 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.