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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
The Names,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.