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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.