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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.