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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
EPMD,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.