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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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.