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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.