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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.