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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.