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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Unwound 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 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Monks,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.