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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.