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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Franke,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
X-102,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.