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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.