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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 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 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Wings,
the Germs,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.