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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.