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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.