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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Crooked Eye to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & 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.