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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.