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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.