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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Symarip 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Brick,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Nas,
The Martian,
MC5,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.