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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Japan,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.