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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.