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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.