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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.