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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.