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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 J.B.'s to the punk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Index,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.