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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.