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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.