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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.