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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.