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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.