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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.