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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.