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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Crime,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.