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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Moebius,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.