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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.