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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.