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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.