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 Brunei 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.