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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.