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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.