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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.