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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.