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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.