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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.