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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.