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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Organ,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.