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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.