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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.