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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.