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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 Flipper to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.