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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.