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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.