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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.