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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.