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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Martian to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Niagra,
MDC,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.