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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.