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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Monks,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.