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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.