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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.