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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.