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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic 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?
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.