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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.