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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Star Department to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.