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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
DNA,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.