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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.