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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
The Human League,
DNA,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.