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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
New Order,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.