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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ice-T 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.