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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.