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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.