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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.