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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.