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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.