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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.