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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.