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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.