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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
UT,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.