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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light 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?
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.