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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
UT,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.