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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.