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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.