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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Monks,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.