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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.