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 Uganda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.