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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the disco 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Gong,
The Associates,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.