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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.