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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Quantec to the rap 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.