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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 CMW 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.