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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.