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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Roxette 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 punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.