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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Mandrill 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.