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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Nas,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.