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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.