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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.