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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Sugar Minott 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.