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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Wire,
Oneida,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Magazine,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.