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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.