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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.