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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.