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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.