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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.