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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Wings to the disco 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.