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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.