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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Index,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Japan,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.