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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.