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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.