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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.