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 Liberia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.