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 Mexico 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.