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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.