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 Gambia and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.