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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.