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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.