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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.