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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Monks,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.