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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
The Names,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.