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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the grime 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.