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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.