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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 The Five Americans to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Move 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.