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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Lalann to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Barracudas,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.