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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.