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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.