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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.