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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.