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 Hungary 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Star Department to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Can,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.