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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.