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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.