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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.