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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 The Sonics to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, 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.