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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.