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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Shoche to the grime 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.