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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.