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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.