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 Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Technova,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.