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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.