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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Can,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.