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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Pylon,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.