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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.