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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.