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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
UT,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.