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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.