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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.