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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.