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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 theremin 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.