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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.