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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Can,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.