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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.