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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.