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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Nico,
Skarface,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.