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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
PIL,
the Slits,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.