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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 JFA to the grime 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '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 Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Moebius,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Crime,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.