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 Swaziland 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy 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?
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.