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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Skatalites to the dance 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.