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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
the Slits,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.