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 Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Rakim,
The Busters,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.