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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.