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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
New Order,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.