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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.