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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.