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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.