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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Fear,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.