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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.