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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Organ,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
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.