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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.