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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.