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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.