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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.