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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.