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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
World's Most,
MC5,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.