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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.