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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Trojans to the punk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.