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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.