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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.