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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 MC5 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Hoover,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.