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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke 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?
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.