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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.