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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Aswad to the disco 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists 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?
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.