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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 DNA to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.