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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.