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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.