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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.