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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.