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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.