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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.