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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
DNA,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.