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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 sitar 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.