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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.