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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.