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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.