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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.