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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.