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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.