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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.