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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.