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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.