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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.