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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.