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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.