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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.