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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.