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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
John Holt,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.