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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
10cc,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.