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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.