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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Scientists to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.