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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.