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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.