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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 sitar 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Hashim,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.