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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.