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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.