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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.