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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
JFA,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.