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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.