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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.