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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.