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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.