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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.