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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.