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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.