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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.