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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Can,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.