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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.