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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
X-101,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.