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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Cluster,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.