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 Grenada and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.