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 Somalia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Television,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.