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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.