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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.