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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.