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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
New Order,
Television,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.