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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.