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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.