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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.