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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.