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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
MC5,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.