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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.