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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.