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 Namibia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 theremin 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.