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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.