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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.