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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The Angels of Light to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.