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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
cv313,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.