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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Visage,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.