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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.