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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.