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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.