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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.