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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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?
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.