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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.