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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.