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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.