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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.