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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.