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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.