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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.