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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
June Days,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.