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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Hashim to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
DNA,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.