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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kas Product to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
UT,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.