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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
the Normal,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.