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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.