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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Roxette,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.