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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.