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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 This Heat to the funk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.