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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.