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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 linndrum 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 Brick to the funk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.