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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Index,
cv313,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.