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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.