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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Mandrill,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.