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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.