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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.