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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.