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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.