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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.