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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
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 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.