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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.