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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.