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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.