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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
UT,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.