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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.