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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Organ,
The Associates,
The Index,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.