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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 808 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.