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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.