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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.