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 Brazil and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.