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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.