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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the rap 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.