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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.