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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Mars,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Can,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.