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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.