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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.