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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Starr 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.