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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.