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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Slits to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.