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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.