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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.