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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.