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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Index,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.