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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.