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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.