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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Faust,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.