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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.