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 Brazil 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.