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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.